Friday, June 28, 2013

Have you ever walked down the street, or strolled through the mall, and had that OMG! gut clenching, heart-shaking feeling just at the sight of a person who catches your eye? We all have certain physical preferences in mind...but there is always that one image that jumps out at us and just screams "Come and get me!"

Ever been introduced to someone at a party or an event, and couldn't quite make your mouth work to get out a simple "Hi, there...how ya doing"? because your pussy clenches and your heart races and your thoughts get totally scrambled? What makes that happen? Do you think that pheromones can affect us that way? Or is it our inner voice that tells us we are about to embark on the hottest ride we could ever imagine?

I can be driving along the street and some dude saunters along the sidewalk...and it takes iron nerves to keep driving without doing the rubber-neck thingy. And oddly enough, that same dude probably doesn't even look hot to hundreds of other females driving along...so why did he effect me so much? What inner ideal or feeling made me want to flip a U-turn and drag that guy into the nearest bush and have my lascivious way with him?

What flips your switches when someone simply captures your imagination and takes it on a roller coaster ride? I think that my muse (as lazy and recalcitrant as she's been lately) is trying to inspire me to write something. And it sometimes works.

Monday, June 17, 2013

Shutting
off the faltering motor, she tossed her designer sunglasses onto the passenger
seat and slid out of the car to stare in dismay at the scary sight of a delapidated cabin
standing before her.

What have I done?

Had she
truly thought this would be a restful, wonderful rustic vacation in the Desert?
Her eyes slid over the old fashioned hand-pump that stood in front of the cabin
next to an ancient bathtub with claw feet. At least in New York she’d had running water. And a toilet. The outhouse she could
just see to the left of the area was the last frigging straw. Oh, no no no. With a fastidious shudder,
she decided that she would much rather turn right around and drive back to
town. They’d had decent motels, at least. With indoor toilets.

The door
opened without being obstinate. No rusty hinges there. The expected smells of
disuse were absent. She stepped inside the surprisingly tidy cabin and crossed
the bare wood floor. Glancing around, she moved across to a covered window and
tugged aside the sun-faded curtain. The window glass was clean. In fact,
everything seemed to be clean. The open door and the window gave the only
illumination to the interior of the utilitarian single room. She checked at the
inside edge of the door for a light switch. Nope. Great. Her gaze slid to the
vintage sconces on two of the rough log walls. Oil lamps? You have got to be shitting me!

But then,
there were no electrical wires or poles anywhere along the rutted road she’d
been following. Obtuse. Any sane woman would have noticed this fact. But then,
shouldn’t there be a generator, at least?

She bit
her lower lip and turned full circle to survey the cabin she had rented. The
floors were swept and canned goods were on the open-front shelves along the
wall. Another pair of free-standing hurricane lanterns stood on one of the
shelves. No fridge. Good thing she hadn’t brought perishables.

Well…she
had wanted rustic.

And I got ancient.

Chellie
moved methodically around the small space. Oh shit! No way. The stove was cold, but a half-full coffee pot sat on the
stovetop extension that was supported by a metal leg of sorts. It looked as if
someone had very recently been in the cabin.

Or is living here.

Was there
another cabin out here besides the one she’d rented? Obviously this one was
already occupied.

Her heart
tripped nervously. She swallowed the tightness in her throat as she moved
across the room to the old chest of drawers that stood against the far wall.
Tugging open one of the drawers, she issued an aggravated sound at the sight of
men’s jeans, a couple of T-shirts, socks and odds and ends of underwear. She lifted
a pair of soft, well-worn cotton boxer briefs between thumb and finger, and
groaned. The place most definitely was occupied. “I fucking don’t believe this!
What more can possibly go wrong today?” she said to no one in particular. A
soft coughing sound behind her made her stiffen.

“Usually
people don’t just walk in and start checking out my skivvies…but you, I don’t
mind.” The rough, deep voice came from the direction of the open door behind
her and she jerked around with a cry of shock to face the intruder. Intruder?

Oh, hell…looks like I’m the intruder…

The words,
tall, dark and incredibly rugged
flashed through her mind as she nearly tripped backwards onto the narrow bed
and barely saved herself from further humiliation by staggering sideways before
regaining her balance.

No part of the above excerpt may be used in any manner without express permission of the copyright holder Fran Lee.

Friday, June 14, 2013

Normally I would never show my face without the artifice of Photoshop...but this is about how I feel right now...worn out and trying to get myself back in balance after months of planning and working out the details of a big 50th high school reunion (and that in no way implies that I am that old)!

I am writing every day for a bit, trying to get back into gear. Without the stress of the reunion bogging me down, I find it much easier to do.

My new wip is about another hot NA hero...but this time, he gets a NA heroine. I hope I can do them both justice. It's been over a year since I subbed anything to my editor, and she's getting more authors, and is very busy. I hope I can get this one in to her by the middle of July. With luck, it may be out before Christmas.

So I won't waste more time blogging when I have writing to do...see ya next month.